As you turn the page with your crimson finger tips, leaving traces of red. A message
typed across my redened flesh that reads forget me not. Words carved with razor blades
to expose this a ransom note to myself. With my head hung low avoiding the sun. I bleed.
I try. I bleed again. Words ... carved ... with ... razor ... blades ... to ...
expose ... this ... I bleed. I try. With my head hung low, avoiding the sun.